i shouldn't be speaking {MORTY!}

[ALICE MAYHEART]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 10 10 10;][atrb= valign,top] Alice skipped down the beach, eyeing the setting sun in a barely interested sort of way. Her footsteps were impossibly light, her toes only brushing the sand as she floated along. She was almost always hovering halfway between walking and flying – usually in such a good mood it didn’t take any effort to skimp around the laws of gravity. And tonight was no different, because tonight she was off to explore a new place! Everyone talked about it constantly; pirate cove. Rumors flew around about ghosts and brawls and mean adults, but Alice decided it was best to see for herself. From what she could remember of the real world adults weren’t all that bad…most of the time. Usually they were just boring. She frowned slightly, her pace slowing as she thought about this. After coming all this way she certainly hoped it wasn’t going to be a disappointment, but even if it was just a bunch of dull talk there would still be the ships to explore. At this she brightened up instantly, not bothering to skip anymore but setting off at a run. She was all alone; having a feeling that the other younger kids wouldn’t want to explore in the dark without an older kid along. Alice wasn’t in the mood for missions and fighting as the older kids always wanted to do so she didn’t ask them; she just wanted to poke around a bit and have some fun! The sky turned from a deep mahogany to a splitting shade of indigo as the sun set, casting everything into shadows. Alice’s feet were now firmly on the ground; being alone at night in unfamiliar territory sobering up her up slightly. Still, when she spotted the rocks that guarded the cove and heard distant shouting her heart sped up and a smile split onto her face. It took almost no effort to find her way onto the streets of the small pirate dock-town, but if her goal was to blend in she would be a little harder put. Alice didn’t exactly blend in – if her small stature and childish features weren’t enough she was wearing a cute little pink dress that marked her clearly as a sweet, innocent child. Around her waist was a brown belt but it clearly held no weapon; instead only a few pouches stuffed with tarot cards and little seashells she had picked up on the way. Her odd appearance didn’t go unnoticed for long, but it had taken her a while to reach the little port and it was well into the evening now, most people who passed by drunk enough only to chortle and make baby faces at her. Alice hardly noticed however, too engrossed in the splendor of the new place. The buildings were so different than the tree houses or the huts of the Indians! She ran around, gawking at things and talking to the funny people who looked like pirates but really acted more like silly kids, stumbling around everywhere and slurring their words. But not all of them were like that – in fact Alice noticed after a while that a few were following her. She kept glancing behind her and they would act all casual, but they kept turning up. ‘What’s with that?’ She wondered to herself with a frown, feeling the place on her belt where she usually kept a stick to play pirates with. All the lost kids said that pirates were dangerous but Alice wasn’t entirely sure what that meant – dangerous. Like they weren’t nice? Or maybe they cheated in games or sparring? It didn’t seem like the sort of people she would want following her, anyway, so she came up with a plan; on the count of three she would start running as fast as she could and would get away from them! It would be like a game! “Ready, one, two…three!” She said out loud, suddenly taking off and bolting through the crowd, under couple’s arms and over abandoned crates. A shout rose up behind her and heavy footsteps soon followed, even more than she had expected. Her heart raced; a game of chase was underway and she planned to win! With a happy laugh she ran on, but soon even the funny acting people were starting to turn and sober up, some even joining the chase. Chancing a glance back she saw that she was outnumbered. She turned her head sharply back forward just in time to see that she had run out of room to run; reaching the end of the dock. Her bare feet slid to a stop and she slowly turned around as the pirates closed in on her. Alice gave them a cheeky smile and said, “Aw, you guys caught me! I guess I’m it then! Go ahead, I’ll count to ten and you can get a head start running away!” But none of the pirates moved, although they were all smiling back at her in a funny way that for some reason made Alice’s heart race in a not so good way. “Go on,” She prompted, her would-be annoyed voice a little confused and shaky now. “It’s your turn to run-“ At that moment a pirate lunged for her and Alice panicked, falling backwards into the cool harbor water. But something told her she shouldn’t reemerge and go back to the dock; something told her to swim and swim as fast as she could. So she held her breath and swam as far as she could, emerging for air with a gasp a good ten meters from the dock. The pirates shouted and shoved each other, but no one seemed too keen on following her into the chilly water. At this Alice grinned, “Haha! I guess I win then if none of you can swim!” One of them shouted something rather rude and offensive that made Alice think it better if she left right then. She dipped back under the water, swimming out and around the ship closest to her. Once she was out of view of the pirates she focused on a happy thought and lifted, shivering and soaked, out of the water and up onto the deck of the ship. It was a whole different world on the ship then down on the dock and Alice took to it instantly. Her eyes grew wide as she gawked at all the levees and doors, and just the vastness of the ship in general. But the calls of the pirates down on the dock and the fact that she was soaking wet, distracted her from her sight-seeing. She had to find a place to hide and some new clothes if she was going to win the game! Running across the deck Alice pulled open the first door she came to and slipped inside, closing it with a sigh of relief. She turned around to find herself in a very nicely decorated bedroom with only a single lantern lit. Draping hung around the bed and a mischievous smile slid onto Alice’s face as she wondered if someone was sleeping in there. Carefully she tiptoed across the room, the floorboards squeaking loudly despite her efforts, and stood right next to the bed. Then she grabbed the curtains and tore them open, yelling, “Surprise!” as she did so to wake the person up, that is, if someone was there at all. Sorry it's so long, I just had to have it make sense for her to end up on a pirate ship in a bedroom without it being too ridiculous xD

[MORTIMER QUINN]

They had docked at the cove for the night and Mortimer allowed his men [and women] to go out and do whatever they want for the night. They had been circling the island for days, even venturing out to areas that had been uncharted. Thanks to Livy, they had been able to get back safely, and he rewarded the crew with a break. Mortimer on the other hand was enjoying a quiet evening in his own bedroom. A cup of red wine, a good book and he was soon dozing away in his bed. He had let down the drapery that enveloped his bed with dim light that seeped through the light material. The book lay on his stomach and his eyelids fluttered as his mind slowly drifted off to its subconscious.

The door squeaked open ever so silently and his eyes snapped open. Lifting his head slightly, Mortimer readjusted his glasses that he had forgotten to taken off and reached under his pillow, where his fingers met cold steel. Pirates always keep a pistol under their pillow. Cocking it as delicately as he could, he held it up and waited for the figure, simply a silhouette through the curtains, to approach. Fingers reached for the cloth and the curtains were pulled back in a snap and a voice shouted: “SURPRISE!”

What Alice would find is the end of a gun barrel pointing in her face. Mortimer gulped, slightly surprised at the sight of a young child. His finger pulsed on the pistol for a few seconds before he pulled the gun away, pointing it at the ceiling instead. Looking bewildered, he breathed heavily and inspect the child, who was dripping wet, but seemed relatively harmless. Not that he ever saw children as a harm, but sometimes they do pretty stupid things with pointy objects they found on the beach.

“What…” he began, unsure of what to say next. “Who are you?”

[ALICE MAYHEART]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 10 10 10;][atrb= valign,top] Her eyes went cross-eyed as they focused on the metal thing pointed at the bridge of her nose. She had seen one of these before, a very, very long time ago… And then it was gone, pulled away and aimed somewhere else – all she knew was that it wasn’t on her. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath until she exhaled heavily, her shoulders slumping. Memories bubbled at the surface of her mind, memories she had long forgotten since coming to Neverland. But she didn’t want to remember, so when he asked the next question she allowed all thoughts to slip away. Quickly, as only a child’s can, her mood switched back to cheerful. She held out her arms in a wide greeting and announced proudly, “My name is Alice Paige Mayheart…but everyone just calls me Myth. I guess you can too, if you want.” She said the last bit thoughtfully, tugging on her hair in an attempt to squeeze out the water. “Hey, can I borrow some clothes? Mine are all wet and will slow me down when those pirates come here to play tag!” She didn’t think it odd to ask for a man she didn’t know’s clothes, nor to be playing tag with a group of bloodthirsty pirates. In fact, remembering the game of tag she started bouncing up and down, her gleeful smile spreading across her face. “You can play too if you want, but you’ll have to be on my team! They’re not playing very fair and outnumber me by a lot.” Alice explained, glancing at the door with a look of excited anticipation. merh, I guess this one turned out ok...

[MORTIMER QUINN]

Sorry about the long wait…my weekends are usually pretty brutal. DX

Children…half the time Mortimer doesn’t know what to do with them—other than kidnap and question them. The young girl happily greeted him and dripping all over his carpet. Pushing himself to the edge of the bed, Mort kept frowning at Alice, who was asking him for clothes as well as telling him about the pirates trying to play tag. He was bewildered by this child’s ease around a pirate—most of them just call him a codfish when they see him—and that she had gotten other pirates to play tag, which was just something unheard of. Mortimer considered himself a rather pleasant fellow and a mellow pirate, but he certainly wouldn’t play tag with a child. Nevertheless, he has a dripping wet child in his room. Heading over to his closet, Mortimer pulled out one of his thick overcoats, which would completely dwarf Alice, but at least it was warm, and he doesn’t have anything small enough for her in his possession.

“What do you mean they’re playing tag with you…?” he asked, handing the overcoat to the girl. “Pirates don’t play tag—” as soon as he spoke, angry shouts could be heard from outside. Shouts that relay things Mortimer rather would not have heard. Let alone know that it was directed to a child. Turning on his heel, he grabbed the rapier that hung on one of the ornate chairs that sat in his room and left the bedroom.

He must have been gone for about five to seven minutes before he returned, looking slightly hassled. The shouting had moved on, leaving only the creaking of the Nimue and the cawing of seagulls.

“You should go home,” Mortimer looked the girl in the eye and scolded her. “This isn’t a place for kids.”

[ALICE MAYHEART]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 10 10 10;][atrb= valign,top] She spun back toward him as she heard him rise from the bed, stepping quickly out of his way. He was a lot taller than she had originally perceived and somehow still commanded an air of authority even though he was in his night clothes. As he headed for the closet she took the opportunity to poke around the room a little bit; examining the book on the bed and the glass of what looked like blood or berry juice on his side table. The room was much different than those back at the hideout, and felt sort of constricting and safe and warm at the same time. His words brought her back to focus, and she turned just in time to receive the clothes from him with a grateful smile. Alice didn’t really understand the question; because of course what she meant was that she and the pirates were currently playing the game of tag. His next words started to explain his thought process, but were quickly cut off by shouting from outside. Alice simply ignored it though, holding up the overcoat and frowning. As he grabbed his knife, (the biggest knife she had ever seen!) and headed for the door Alice began to call out, “Hey wait! This is way too big-“ The door slammed and she bit the inside of her cheek, putting her hands on her hips and saying out loud, “Well that was rude!” But she didn’t really care, in fact with him gone she could finally change her clothes. She ran over to his closet, quickly immersing herself in the pirate’s clothes and picking out some stuff. Alice stripped down to her underwear and put on one of his large white shirts and a worn leather vest that tied in the front. Then she tried the pants…which didn’t work out very well. By the time the shouting had moved on however she had rolled up the pants and the shirt’s sleeves into hunky masses of fabric which were not very fitting but at least dry. She was just doing up the belt when Mortimer came back in. Alice grinned at him but her smile quickly faded when he began talking to her all seriously, as if he were the boss of her or something. It wasn’t that it made her angry, but really it just confused her more than anything else. People didn’t talk like that here; not in Neverland. Defiantly she stuck out her lower lip, crossing her arms over her chest and saying, “Well I don’t want to go home, Den Mother will be all upset if I turn up after dark, and I haven’t even explored any of the ships yet! So if you’ll excuse me-” She didn’t have to deal with this guy, now that she was dry she could just leave now and explore on her own. Alice moved to step around him, her eyes locked fixedly on the door. yeppppp....